When The Lights Dim

This is my first attempt at a poem since we were forced to try to write one for St. David's Day when I was eight in
school.

This poem was written 50 years later, to the day.

Please give me your feedback good or bad.

When The Lights Dim

What should you do when the love lights dim in your partner's eyes?
What should you do when it comes as a total surprise?
Should you complain and remonstrate?
Or should you just hope for the best? Sit and wait?

What should you do when the love lights dim in your partner's eyes?
When you start to notice more than those ocassional white lies.
Should you tell them that you know that the game is over?
That you know that there will be no more clover?

What should you do when the love lights dim in your partner's eyes?
Should you weep and wail and give out cries
Of pain and remorse or criticize?
Or do you shrink into your shell and self-analyze?

Oh, what should you do when the love lights dim in your partner's eyes?
I need to know now, before I rashly say my good-byes.
I have loved this woman longer than any,
And I thought we we'd be in for a pound and a penny.